Pierre le Valle - The Pleasures of Bankruptcy

“His youthful eyes burned-his whole face glowed. I was in such a stupor of passion myself that I hardly realized what he was about or the extent of my nudity. He touched me — he fingered my secret opening. His fingers dwelt with delight on the treasures he had discovered.”

“How lovely, mother!” he cried ardently. “Even lovelier than your bottom! All this soft, dark hair-and the cute mound-and the rosy little opening.”

“I was trembling from head to foot-literally unable to move or to reply to him-rebukingly or otherwise.

“And now the boy was assailed with a new idea-and one which was older than the hills but nevertheless new to him.”

“Mother dear,” he coaxed. “Let me just see if I can't push my tassel into his darling place a little way?”

“I had taught him as a child to call that appurtenance of his a 'tassel'-though heaven knows it didn't resemble a tassel at this time. But under the throbbing of my pulses I heard him only vaguely, and I made no response to him.”

“And then suddenly he was upon me once more, in between my legs-trying to adjust his stiff member to the lips of my… of m-my c-cunt!”

“The shock sobered me from the sensual intoxication in which I lay. Suddenly I realized the horror of the whole situation. I wailed aloud and managed to scramble into a sitting position just as Lester had contrived to get the tip of his organ so placed that its pressure was beginning to expand the soft lips against which it was thrusting and throbbing.”

“It was a fearful wrench to both of us Conscientiously I could not blame the boy as much as myself. And now- for the first time-I entered into explanations about sexual facts about my son.”

“I told him that it was as man and woman-instead of as mother and son-that we had nearly entered into such an intimate embrace. I explained in some detail that it was thus that babies were made.”

“Then you and father made me that way?” he commented, very directly and somewhat embarrassingly.

“I flushed and nodded.”

“Then-since he made a son of you-why shouldn't I make a grandson for you?” he enquired ingeniously.

“So then I had to tell him of the conventional horror with which the world regards sexual relations between near relatives. I said that it would be a source of shame and regret to us if anything like that were to happen.”

“Why-I shouldn't feel in the least ashamed or a bit regretful!” he asserted. His boyish face had fallen but now it brightened with a consoling thought.

“Anyhow,” he said, “so long as we can play around like this together without my clothes on, I shan't mind so much not being able to do what I wanted to do with you. May I see you all bare, mother, now? I never have, you know-though I've seen such lovely parts of you.”

“I told him that it was impossible. I broke to him the news that I could never bathe him any more. I did not conceal from him the fact that I had longed to give him his way with me-and that to refuse him my body had been perhaps the hardest thing I had ever had to do.”

“I said that it had all been my fault-but that from now on we were going to live the normal lives of an affectionate mother and son. And in the course of a few days he became cheerful and boyish again.”

“But after a time I became conscious that he was making stealthy efforts to obtain those peeps at my unclad body which I had refused him. I scolded him about it once or twice, and then bluntly accused him of trying to peep through the keyhole» f the bathroom and bedroom doors to see me undressed.”

“He admitted it, and said that he was so troubled with his dreams about what he had already seen-that it all seemed to him that he simply must see me just once stark naked.”

“I was touched, of course-though rather as a mother — than as a woman. I asked him if he thought that this queer yearning which troubled him would vanish if I allowed him one brief look of the thing which he had in mind?”

“He thought it would, he said. And I had so far subdued my own senses in regard to my relations with Lester, that it was with no thought of any danger to myself that I set about my plan to give my young son that 'treat' I hoped would finally cure his persistent craving.”

“It was late evening-almost our usual bedtime-when we had our chat. And I told Lester to come from his room when I had taken my bath and gave him a call-and that he should stand for just a moment in my opened bedroom door and… look at me!”

“I had thought myself quite unmoved as far as the sexual element was involved-yet I did tremble a little as with the lights brightly shining and the bedroom door wide open, I undressed for the deliberate purpose and full intention of showing myself completely naked to my virile young son.”

“My nervousness increased as, after removing my shoes and stockings, I drew my final garment over my head. I was shaky-and no longer with concern over the welfare of my son. Picture yourself as a woman for an instant-and then imagine yourself stripped to the skin by your own hands in order that your own child might gaze on your nakedness-and you may be able to realize the way in which I was moved.”

“Nevertheless, I went through with it. I imagine that the low call which I contrived to utter was rather shaky and husky. Never had I made such an effort before. But the lad-probably already waiting in the passage in his bathrobe beard it and arrived at once.”

“I saw him standing there in the doorway-with his hand clenched- his usually merry face pale with excitement and delight. He appeared to be awed into silence.”

“I was facing him as I stood there-all my body outlined and its nudity emphasized by the glow of the lights. My own emotion was enhanced by his. I managed to smile at him, however-and try to restore by some tremulous remark the equanimity of both of us.”

“You certainly can see me more clearly than in a dream now-can't you, dear?” I jested. “Take a good look and put an end to these visions. For this is the first and last time that you will see your mother in her… birthday clothes. It shall be complete this time, though. Have you seen me enough in front? Then-see the rest!”

“I turned slowly round as if on a pivot. I was flushed scarlet and breathing heavily. I stood now revealing all my rear nudity to the boy. On the thick carpet his feet made no sound, and I had no inkling that he had left the doorway until I heard a little gasp just behind me.”

“He was directly behind me, and had fallen silently on his knees. His arms were about me-one hand on my loins and the other upon my mount-and his hot lips were….”

“I staggered on my feet-overwhelmed with growing agitation. Yet still he did not lick-perhaps did not even comprehend that the tongue might participate in the conquest of the female body-he only kissed… hotly, wildly, anywhere and everywhere upon the twin rotundities of my quivering buttocks.”

“Struck dumb at first, I appeared also to have been struck motionless. The fervor of his kisses thrilled me from head to foot-and the hands by which he held me on my belly and bush-did nothing to allay my agitation and emotion.”

“He rose at length-but it was to hug me violently from the rear-with both hands grasping my taut breasts as I managed to stammer breathlessly:

“You wicked, wicked boy — you are breaking your promise to me!”

“But I didn't promise anything, mother darling!” he said desperately.

“Well, you are being very disobedient anyhow,” I cried — “you are grieving mother very much… and making her sorry she tried to be nice to you.”

“I can't help it-ohh! Mother… I can't help it!” he wailed huskily. “You are so lovely-I just have to hug you and-kiss you all over!”